Featuring Masta Ase O.C.




Intro: Masta Ace




Yeah Just Like I Was Sayin



Things Are Same All Over



It Dont Matter Where You Come From



East Coast West Coast T Dot O Dot Down South



You Gotta Keep Rollin If You Gonna Get Thru All This




[Masta Ace]



Yo Yo I Makes Green Backs Of Mean Tracks



It Seems That Life Aint Nuttin But Phat Cars



And Green Stack 2 Storeys High



I Wouldnt Wanna Die



Po Broke And Lonely, No Joke Im Only



A Hop Jump And Skip, From 30, Gotta Get My Hands Dirty



If I Wanna See Cash Thats Gon Last



I Hit You Wit A Blast, Straight From The Heart



Wheres The Math, Gotta Go For Broke Witout A Cast



Aint Shit Changed But Nickels And Dimes To G Notes



We Floats Flush Rides And Crush Prides And Jack Fakers



Crack Makers Never Left The Neighbourhood



Cash Rules Everything Except Me



Thats What Cream Mean, Dont Rule The Rhyme



On Valentines Day Nigga, You Still Couldnt Find



The Heart To Try To Step To, Fuck Wit



Mess Wit, Your Desperate, Stop Bullshittin Nigga And Lets Get



All This Dough Like Pillbury And I Still Bury



Wack Rappers In 96 Kid I Feel Very Confident Its My Year To



And My Tongue Will Tear You



Keep Rollin In Dough And Son I Hear You




Chorus



Baby Roll Wit Me, Maybe You Can See



What All Life Can Be



(what You Gonna Do When Your Mind Gets Old)




[Saukrates]



(make Money)the Slogn Of Ghetto Dwellers In Such



(take Money)the Phrase Of An Organized Bank Rush



Sittin On Top Of The Dome Like Al Capone



Interceptin Drug Carriers And Takin They Home



Popularity Can Make You A Buck But Nigga That Shit Is Luck



Solidify Your Cash, Your The Biggest Guy



Gotta Tooken Out,



The Bitch Caught